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A sus cincuenta años Philboyd Studge, autor de novelas altamente corrosivas y molestas para los amantes de la corrección política, ha decidido que va a encarar su obra magna. En ella reunirá todos los personajes de sus obras anteriores y concentrará todas aquellas ideas que le quedaron en el tintero. Para tal empresa echará mano de su personaje favorito, el también cincuentón Kilgore Trout, escritor de novelas de ciencia ficción y lo acompañará de Dwayne Hoover, exitoso vendedor de coches, quien cree haber descubierto en las páginas de Trout una importante revelación personal.
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When he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. -JOB
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In Memory of Phoebe Hurty, who comforted me in Indianapolis-- during the Great Depression.
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This is the tale of a meeting of two lonely, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.
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Roses are red and ready for plucking; you’re sixteen and ready for high school.
Here is a picture of a wide open beaver.
Sometimes I wonder about the creator of the universe.
The chief weapon of sea pirates, however, was their capacity to astonish. Nobody else could believe, until it was too late, how heartless and greedy they were.
New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.
There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.
His situation, insofar as he was a machine, was complex, tragic, and laughable. But the sacred part of him, his awareness, remained an unwavering band of light.
It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on the battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
This was in a country where everybody was expected to pay his own bills for everything, and one of the most expensive things a person could do was get sick.
As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisions made by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: They were doing their best to live like people invented in story books. This was the reason Americans shot each other so often: It was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books.
I thought Beatrice Keedsler had joined hands with other old-fashioned storytellers to make people believe that life had major characters, minor characters, significant details, insignificant details, that it had lessons to be learned, tests to be passed, and a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life. Every person would be exactly as important as any other. All facts would also be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done.
The undippable flag was a beauty, and the anthem and the vacant motto might not have mattered much, if it weren’t for this: a lot of citizens were so ignored and cheated and insulted that they thought they might be in the wrong country, or even on the wrong planet, that some terrible mistake had been made. It might have comforted them some if their anthem and their motto had mentioned fairness or brotherhood or hope or happiness, had somehow welcomed them to the society and its real estate.
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